twilight zone
Thursday, Apr. 28, 2005 - 2:46 p.m.
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A series of strange and bizarrely connected events took place at our house yesterday. The mail came and there were two packages in with the usual letters et al - one addressed to me (turned out to be a free sample of something I don�t need or want) and one address to the husband which I will now explain. The package was from an unknown name and address in Ohio. Normally when packages arrive here from strange names and locations it�s because I�ve ordered something from eBay but I knew I hadn�t ordered anything and the husband doesn�t know how to use ebay so that wasn�t it. Now I realize that most people would have just opened it to see what the hell it was but I have this �thing� about not opening mail that isn�t addressed to me. The husband has trouble opening envelopes so I�ll use a letter opener to slit it open but after that I leave it, untouched, in a pile on his desk. Since I couldn�t open the package I decided to email the husband and ask him who this guy in Ohio was and expected him to respond with something along the lines of, �oh he�s a guy who does__________and he was supposed to send me some__________� - but he didn�t. He wrote back with, �I have no idea who that is� and then called me on the phone. He told me to go ahead and open it as he was just as perplexed as I was - JACKPOT! So I opened the package and inside was a book wrapped in bubble wrap. I removed the bubble wrap and said, �it�s a book.� The husband then asked what it was so I read him the title and then said, �and it�s by...what the fuck? It�s by Richard Moe!� The husband: Richard Moe? Who�s that? For a moment we thought that perhaps Moe�s people sent a copy of the book to everyone invited to the dinner - you know, to get to know a little about the guest of honor before he gets here. But then I opened the book and a small card fell out. The husband�s name was written on the front and the inside of the card (he gave me permission to open it and read it or else I�d never have touched it) it said, �Happy Birthday! Much love, Mom & Dad� which meant that it wasn�t from Moe�s people, it wasn�t from the guy in Ohio, but that it was a birthday gift (the husband turns 34 on Sunday) from his parents. This made it all even MORE strange because his parents always let us know when they�ve sent something to the house because they want to make sure we�re prepared to be on the lookout for a package. And guess what, they don�t know how to use eBay either so we still didn�t know why or how it was addressed from a guy in Ohio. So the husband said to me, �well, it�s been good talkin� to ya but I�m more confused about the package now than I was before I called!� Add onto this the fact that the husband received, separately from the package, a birthday card from his parents and said card made no mention of the book...the confusion continued... Later that evening the husband got a hold of his parents on the phone to ask about the book. It really WAS a surprise birthday gift from his parents who ordered it out of an antiques catalogue. It was purely a coincidence that it happened to be a book written by a man we�ll be meeting in two weeks. HOW BIZARRE! In other news, the husband took a day off yesterday so we spent the day hanging out, napping, going out for lunch, doing some light shopping, and then ended our day-long date with a trip to the planetarium. It was supposed to be a presentation on parallel universes and string theory (a much loved topic of ours) but it SUCKED. The student giving the presentation (who lets an undergrad give such a presentation to the public?) didn�t know ANYTHING about string theory so it was pretty painful seeing as we knew more about the subject than the presenter. Thank goodness that part of the show only lasted for about 25 minutes and then switched over to constellations - something the presenter WAS knowledgeable about. The husband hated it from top to bottom. His only other planetarium experience comes from a time when he was very small and in The Hayden Planetarium which is like comparing my blog to that of dooce - a.k.a. something that should never be done because it�s just not fair. He complained about our planetarium experience before we were even out of the building, the whole way home, and for a few minutes after we were home. Then suddenly, a couple of hours later, he says to me, �I had a good time at the planetarium, it was fun - I had forgotten that it was your idea to go.� What this means is that he hated it but then, upon remembering that it was my suggestion, decided he loved it - har har. Too late buddy, you can�t take it back now! He�s now taken to telling me that even though the planetarium trip did suck that he, �still had a great time because I was there with YOU!� :-P And finally, only six more days of work left before the 256 Days starts... |